Caught betweenThe Earth and the skyWhat too longAnd what too highFallen free and holding onNothing there at allDropped and liftedGotta breatheBottom driftingOn the wayHolding just a few poor wordsAnd nothing at allReaching outTo still the sandNo light connectsThe breaking momentsDrifting to another shoreThere's nothing hereThat I could change at allNothing at allForced to beA broken lineLet to holdWhat we could findThen to learnAnd go againNothing sorted outHigh aboveA single birdIt drifts aboutThe dead volcanoWho's to loseAnd who's to findThere's nothing hereThat I could choose at allChoose at all..